50 Cent - Slow Dough Lyrics
Trackmasters, 99 shitHuh uh, huh uh, yea[Chorus]Slow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho)Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?)They hit you with the fofo (blaow, that's right)My niggas is loco (loco)Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no)Y'all niggas is so-so (so-so)That's why you ain't got no dough (broke ass niggas)Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheaterBroke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba'sMy team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of shell toe AdidasAnd ain't shit come between usLook I'm winning now and I'ma keep on winningI see with you ain't nothing changed same ginen same linen***** the don shit, nigga I'm an armed convictI live wild beat cases before a trialGrand jury style I'm foulYou wondering why I don't smileI'm schemeing to stick you up nowSon I be the first to blast the gun, the last to runWhile you hit the pavement son I mash you, ughIf you don't know you better go and ask someone50 Cent is my symbol and my nameSymbolizing the change that I'm bringing to this gameThings'll never be the same (never the same baby)[Chorus]Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shotLike I won't grab the glock and run up in your spotSix double O drop I'll put two in your knotAnd stick around and get every mother*****ing thing you've gotHere I stand on the alley on godruleSame spot where rob got shotThe block's highWarrent squad flashing my mug shotEverybody know I'm loco, kill the popo, blast the fo fo, rode doloRock solo, I should be old T on the low yoPump the six and push the volvoI hear they go kuku and go puff locoI sell llelo and price up and down like yo yoBut keep that on the low do, nobody's supposed to know, yoI make 16 hundred off of every ho do*****ing with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo (haha)I always get the last laugh yo[Chorus]I rap a mutha*****ing house around my my wrist for wreckWhile you niggas race neck to neckWhile niggas who live from cheque to techI ain't even going to front I ain't working with a full deckLife in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cardsInstead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heatAs soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the streetAny nigga in this game flowing they think they can see meGotta be, *****ed up in the head and smoking hemeeBelieve me if you thought like me you could be meBut you ain't been through what I been through and this shit ain't that easy (one)[Chorus]
